Climbling that hill..

Do we just lift the earth

To form a mountain

No

For an endless quest

Hills form like to confuse like ink blots

Home could get lost

So I circle to the cent

And find my lost volcano

Fire watching with the sun rising

Moon falling

June is calling me

I am returning to the tree of life

Calling to myself

To heaven and he'll

,with the loss of litigation

And destruction

Return the hope of love

Return the hope of love


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